“If there is magic on the planet it is contained in the water” (Loren Eiseley – American anthropologist, philosopher & natural science writer).

I’m led to reflect on this every time I come upon a pool of water in a public place – whether that be the pool in the Princess of Wales Conservatory at Kew, the weir at the Saxon Mill, Warwick, the fountains in Trafalgar Square, or even the pool inside the Royal Shakespeare Theatre at Stratford-upon-Avon. All have one thng in common.

They all have coins thrown in them. 20p, 50p and £1 coins; pennies and 2p and 5p and 10p pieces… Deep in the human psyche, folk religion demands that we offer up at least a nominal amount of what we most value to the water god in the hope that this will transform our lives. Coins are thrown ino the water, because, reaching back through the roots of our pagan heritage, many of us still need to pay tribute to the world of Faerie.

I am fascinated by our pagan roots, and by how they blossom again and again through time. I’m currently reading “The Wine of Angels” by Phil Rickman. Rickman of course, as his fans know well, loves to explore the desire and longing found in many English communities for ancient traditions, landscape mysteries, and folk religion, as he draws it all together into a crime mystery presided over by Merrily Watkins, woman priest and deliverance expert.

Anthropologists at the University of California tell us that virtually any pool made accessible to the public qualifies as a wishing well. Offering money to water is an old tradition that can be dated back to Roman-British or Celtic mythology. Since then it has evolved from a religious ritual into a fun, yet superstitious cultural practice… which can be most effectively explained by relationships with the supernatural.

The River of Life, we are told in the Book of Revelations, runs through the Holy City. And back right at the beginning of the Bible, the Spirit of God moves across the face of the waters. Jesus spoke of bringing water of life. He told the Samaritan woman whom he met at the well, “I can give you water of life so you will never thirst again.” No wonder she replied, “Give me this water!”

C.S. Lewis knew the powerful symbolism of water when, in “The Voyage of the Dawn Treader” he created that fearful image of a sea which turned to gold anything that fell into it – combining in one image the sharpest possible contrast: between the fulfillment of our greatest dreams and of our worst fear – limitless wealth, or death.

How do you feel about water? – about pools , rivers, and streams? Do you relate to them in a spiritual way? I’d love to hear your stories!

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Thank you Nina, I have looked at this website, and Dr Masaru’s research is indeed fascinating. The changes to the water crystals when exposed to different thoughts are quite astonishing. This gives me a lot to think and wonder about.

Oh what a great article! I personally feel a great spiritual connection with water, especially the ocean. Ever since I was a child I get really excited when we go for a day-trip or a holiday and we see the sea. In fact, I feel cheated if we don’t go to the coast! I did a meditation recently in which I was a woman who could divine the location of running water. This made me very special to my tribe because I found the source of our vitality when we needed it. Quite a powerful memory, don’t you think?

This is a powerful memory indeed. To divine the location of running water is a wonderful, archetypal image, and relates strongly to our spiritual & psychological growth. Over many years of recording dreams, I still vividly remember dreams in which water featured strongly. Once I entered an archbishop’s palace, richly furnished, beneath a great waterfall. In anothr dream I was walking beside a frozen river. Cars were driving along it. I climbed higher and higher, and I was looking down on this frozen river; then I was on a glacier, and the glacier broke, and became a huge torrent. I’m sure the psychologists would love to get their teeth into these dreams – but I probably didn’t need the professionals, as I could interpret these dreams in terms of the events of my life at the time!